"The discipline left by the dormitory manager clearly states that if the person who checks the dormitory for the second time is laughing, please leave the dormitory as soon as possible." After Wang Jie and the other students walked away, he tied his shoelaces tightly and sat on the edge of the bed: "We have to think of a way back for ourselves." ”

"It's very dangerous at night at school, and staying in the dormitory is the only way to survive." Yuan Hui insisted.

Several people didn't speak, Wang Jie picked up his mobile phone and sent a message in the group chat: Yuan Hui is a ghost, we seem to have offended the student union again, Zhuo Jun's identity is unknown, this dormitory is not able to stay at all, and the three of us went to the toilet together in fifteen minutes.

Yuzuyama: Roger, my brother, you are my angel.

Gao Ming: There is a discipline that prohibits the use of mobile phones after midnight, you two prepare the necessary tools in the mosquito net, and after leaving the dormitory, don't stay too far away from me.

The classmates want to leave the dormitory for refuge, and Takamei wants to enter the principal's office after midnight.

After swallowing Situ An into the torture house, suicide can even become an alternative to high life.

There are only two things that Gao Ming is worried about, the first is that after dying in this school, the soul will be imprisoned and become a new "student"; The second is that when he returns to the tunnel, he is seen by the person who killed him to have memories.

Everyone pretended to lie in bed and rested, and pulled up mosquito nets, but in fact everyone was secretly preparing.

The dormitory of six people, I don't know how many groups have been built, Gao Ming never underestimates the malice in human nature, and when his life is threatened, these roommates should not hesitate to sell him.

The rain washed over the window panes, and I lay in the darkness, and every minute was extremely difficult.

The time on the mobile phone always feels very slow, and Wang Jie and Xishan, who have packed their things, hide their schoolbags in the quilt, and everyone seems to be waiting for something.

"It's just the first night......"

With the pillow on his pillow, Gao Ming stretched out his hands out of the thin quilt, and the sound of rain outside the window was far away.

When he first entered the school ten years ago, he seemed to have been lying on the bed in the dormitory like this, listening to the rain ten years ago.

"Why did you choose us? Was the bus full of students ten years ago? ”

One question after another pops up, and the more I think about it, the more tired and sleepy I feel.

Gao Ming gradually closed his eyes, and in his half-asleep sleep, he heard a strange sound in the hallway.

"Gao Ming, can I sit next to you? No one bullied me, I just wanted to follow ......."

"Gao Ming, I may not be able to come to class from tomorrow, I'm going to change schools."

"Gao Ming, can you hear me? I want to come to you, can you stay with me? ”

Someone was singing in a low voice in the hallway of the dormitory, and the voice was so familiar to Takashi that the owner of the song seemed to have lived with them for a long time.

"The extra student from class thirteen, outside?"

The sound stopped at the door of the 1314 dormitory, and the door was knocked on one after another.

"Gao Ming, can you hear me? Can I share a room with you? ”

The Adam's apple rolled, and the strange sound sounded in the dormitory this time, and the owner of the voice seemed to be standing in the middle of the dormitory, facing the bed of the high life.

When he heard a strange sound, he wanted to pretend to be asleep, but Gao Ming did not move.

"Gao Ming, can you hear me? I'm shivering from the cold, can I lie on your bed? ”

The mosquito net was lifted, something was crawling inside, the quilt became damp, and the soaked clothes stuck to Gao Ming's body.

A pair of cold, mud-stained hands lightly rested on Gao Ming's face, as if he had just crawled out of a rainy grave.

The fingertips slid down the high-life skin, like a poisonous snake crawling through.

"Gao Ming, look at me, okay? It's me, I'm back, I'm back looking for you. ”

The voice was in front of Gao Ming's eyes, and he could see it clearly when he opened his eyes, but the rules that the dormitory aunt said clearly indicated that he must not open his eyes to see.

The body is getting heavier and heavier, and Gao Ming is lying on the bed, but he feels that his body is slowly sinking, which is very similar to falling into the underground of a supermarket full of water ghosts.

Unwilling to sit still, Takamei raised his hands as if sleepwalking, and he hugged the owner of the voice with all his might.

Flesh and blood touched, and the other party didn't expect Gao Ming to be so enthusiastic.

"High Destiny ......"

"Come on, we're not going to be apart this time." Thick arms hugged the voice, the blood hidden under the skin tightly entangled, and Gao Ming's chest seemed to turn into a mouth that devoured nightmares.

The arm was pressed down, and the voice was forced into the heart of Gao Sheng.

A fragment of a memory that did not belong to Takamei exploded in his chest, and Takamei saw a hazy morning.

When they were in high school, there were nine classes in that class, classes 1 through 8, and 13 of them.

In fact, Gao Ming is also very strange, why their ninth class is not called nine, but thirteen, the number thirteen seems to have a special meaning to them, of course, it is also possible that all the students in the ninth to twelfth classes have accidents.

Missing? Death? An even more brutal and desperate encounter?

There were no answers in the nightmare, and the brief memory was only a few seconds.

One morning, freshmen reported, the wind ripped the curtains and the sky became overcast.

The master of memory pushed open the door of Class 13 and looked at him with clear and simple faces.

A little shy walked up to the podium, and he said in a voice that was extremely familiar to Gao Ming: "Hello everyone, I am a new transfer student, I like to draw and sing, I hope you will give me more advice." ”

The memory fragment unfolds from the perspective of the memory owner, so Takamei can't see the memory owner's face.

The owner of the memory was arranged by the teacher next to Zhou Sisi, and everyone was discussing the upcoming event in Linshi.

Zhou Sisi said everything to the memory master very enthusiastically, but the memory master missed the event because the formalities were not completed.

The owner of the memory, suspected to be the fifty-first student of Class 13, seems to be the only one who did not get on the bus to participate in the event.

The fragments of memory were shattered, and Gao Ming, who was lying on the bed in his bedroom, slowly opened his eyes, the mosquito net was torn, the bed was covered with mud, and the walls were struggling.

"Ten years ago, the students took the bus to Linshi to participate in the event, and the people who got on the bus died, and only the one who didn't get on the bus transferred to the school and lived? Is he the only survivor? ”

"Is this the truth ten years ago?"

"But if that's the case, then why are all of us on the bus alive and well, but no one remembers the transfer student who didn't get on the bus?"

"Could it be that he sacrificed himself to save everyone?"

Judging from this memory fragment alone, the fifty-first student doesn't seem to be a bad person, the only pity is ......

Gao Ming wiped the mud off the bed, and the voice might have been going to remind all the classmates, but here he was directly eaten.

"There should be a lot of memory fragments, and eating one should not affect the overall situation."

(End of chapter)